Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 160 Assassinated, falling off the cliff (4)
"Uh?"

Duanmu Tian frowned slightly, gave her a cold look, then walked past her, and stepped into the courtyard.

Cheng Mengxuan stood stiffly outside the door, and heard a voice from behind: "I also said that the princess has no shame, no matter how shameless the princess is, she will never do anything to entangle a man, even if she can't be chased away!" As for the matter of leaving, it is said that the eldest lady of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is the dream lover of countless young princes in Dayan, who is well-educated, intelligent, talented, gentle and elegant, and that's all."

"Tian Tian, ​​you are welcome to pester me anytime."

"roll!"

"Go away, when Tiantian thinks of me and wants to look for it but can't find it, what should I do?"

Duanmutian paused, turned his head to see his troubled but full of smiles, the corners of his mouth twitched, then he turned his eyes and walked towards the meditation room, and said in a leisurely voice, "You can Choose to scroll in a straight line, or scroll back and forth."

Jun Xiuran stopped in his tracks, watched her enter the meditation room and closed the door, and couldn't help chuckling happily, then turned and entered the meditation room opposite.

A head poked out ghostly from the corner, looked at the closed meditation rooms in the yard, then turned around to look at Cheng Mengxuan who was still standing frozen outside the courtyard door, shook his head, "tsk tsk" After making two beeps, he shrank back again.

"The princess is so mighty!"

"Nonsense! I don't even know whose princess it is."

"What princess? That's clearly my princess!"

"Oh, it turns out to be Miss Jinxiu. Does Miss Jinxiu have a family?"

"What's your business?"

"We are a bunch of brothers, and most of them are still unmarried. I don't know what Miss Jinxiu likes, just pick whatever you want."

"..."

"Ah, Miss Jinxiu, don't leave! Uh, Miss Yuanxiang, what kind of husband do you like?"

"Huh? I'll go first."

"Don't worry, we have so many brothers, so we really just pick and choose at random. If you like the serious one, there's our boss; if you like suave, there's Cong'an; Zhang Yi, there are people who like to make you happy, like me, like... Alas, girl Yuanxiang, don’t leave, you really have what you want, there are all kinds of styles, and there are all kinds of styles besides personality. They are all good at various crafts. Even if they are thrown into the refugee pile, they will definitely be able to find a way to survive other than begging. See you! Hey, hey, don't go—"

Yuan Xiang staggered into the meditation room with a dazed expression to serve the princess, woo woo woo, those people are so scary!

The first day of the blessing day passed like this. In the dead of night, when everyone was feeling hungry for white water gruel, there was someone squatting in the dark in a meditation room in Lingyun Temple, because they ate too much. Too rich and too messy and in pain...diarrhea.

The next day, when those people met again, Duanmu Tian immediately noticed that someone was pale and his feet were sloppy, as if he had been tortured all night by something.

"Feng Xianyao, what's the matter with you?" Mr. Chen waved his folding fan, asking a little depressed.

He has always been very noisy, he can play many tricks for self-entertainment, and when he sees Mr. Chen, he immediately transforms into a fighting cock, and he fights until the sky is dark and he refuses to give up, but today he is sleepy. In the face of Mr. Chen's provocation, he just gave him a lazy look, so Mr. Chen expressed his depression.

Fenglou didn't even glance at him this time, lying on the railing next to him like a boneless one, sighing faintly.

"Are you still going today?"

Miss Rong was very excited, but Feng Lou's expression changed when she heard this, and she immediately said: "No, no, I'm a little tired today, so I won't go with you, go back and sleep first."

Then, under the astonished eyes of several people, he turned around and walked back with weak footsteps.

The next two days were very peaceful, even Cheng Mengxuan who came to hang out in front of Jun Xiuran whenever he got the chance disappeared, and I don't know if he was stimulated by Duanmutian's words.

The three days of prayer days have come to the last day. The emperor's guard of honor for returning to the palace is ready to return, and the family members of other court officials are also ready to go, but it is different from the time when they came, this return trip does not need to be accompanied by the emperor.

Judging from the situation in previous years, in fact, many people will stay in Lingyun Temple for half a day after sending the emperor off, and then return to Beijing in the afternoon, because for the wives and ladies, it is actually very difficult to go out for a long time. Rare.

It is said that it is worshiping the Buddha, but it is actually more about looking around and looking at the scenery.

The scenery here can be seen once a year, and they don't seem to find it boring at all, and they enjoy it with gusto.

Duanmutian sat on a stone pier in Lingyun Temple, looking at the Yingying and Yanyan within sight, some prayed to God and Buddha, some asked for a lottery to make a wish, it seemed that two and a half days of begging was not enough.Over there, there were young master and young lady walking together, talking softly, the young master was proud of himself, the young lady was shy and timid, and she didn't know what to say, the young lady stomped her feet coquettishly and gave the young master a look, causing him to burst into a burst of joyful laughter.

This Buddhist temple is a quiet place, and the annual prayer day is also a good place for young masters and young ladies to have a blind date, a good day and a good opportunity.

In the past three days, I don't know how many good marriages have been fulfilled, and I don't know if someone has changed the marriage due to different ideas?

Duanmu Tian was thinking rather darkly, and saw someone walking towards him from a distance, it was the Miss You Xiangfu who hadn't seen him for two days.

Cheng Mengxuan also saw her, and couldn't help but feel a little stiff and embarrassed. The resentment and jealousy in his eyes flashed away, but then he saluted her gracefully, without saying a word. The two young ladies from unknown families walked together in the other direction.

Vaguely, I heard one of the girls muttering to her: "Sister Cheng, you are just too kind, just pretend that she doesn't exist like that kind of shameless woman."

"She is the princess, how can we be rude?"

Duanmu Tian glanced sideways at the woman, then turned his head nonchalantly, looked up at the sky, secretly thinking how slow!
Just when she was complaining, someone came towards her again, holding two strings of brightly colored lucky bags, smiling at her and saying, "Tiantian, let's hang the lucky bags together."

The three of Cheng Mengxuan who hadn't gone far stopped when they heard the voice and turned their heads. They saw the man standing there holding two strings of lucky bags and smiling at the woman. The wind blew his clothes The sleeves are lightly raised, like the fairy who wants to take the wind and go away, with a peerless elegance.

On the opposite side of him, the woman looked up at him slightly, half of her face was crystal clear and unparalleled.

(End of this chapter)